Sarina wants More

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This is a work of Fiction and will may have an additional chapter.

Though it is based on my story “The Researcher”, it is not an extension of that plot, but a different trajectory.

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One

She and I had known each other for nearly a year when she asked me if I would move in. My world wasn’t much to leave behind, but I was paused since I felt I should be contributing.

“The apartment is spacious Serge, and my father’s company owns it and therefore I don’t pay the rent. Only the fees and electric are my responsibility.”

There was the rub. My girlfriend had a comfortable financial situation. I was making some money on the side and writing code for my friend’s internet startup. I had enough to live on, but lived close. I didn’t even have a credit card. My full-time gig had ended when that startup had failed two months ago. I had my savings to help but I didn’t want a forty hour-a-week job right now. I was playing with a software formula and the connecting algorithm and needed the extra time to get it to work properly.

Sarina came close and we hugged, “I want my boyfriend, my lover, well I also want his penis near too.”

As we kissed she paused, “and this lovely tongue Serge.”

I had been named for Serge Gainsborough. My mother was infatuated with him and Jane Birkin and I was born the year that he had passed away.

“Just how do you plan for me to pay any type of regular cash Sarina? I only get paid every few months.”

She had taken to picking up the check over the past few weeks. She liked to eat and drink well, and she knew I couldn’t afford the lifestyle right now.

“Serge you are the one for me, for my heart and I need you to understand that your creative work is important. The great turn for your career is just around the bend so please let me worry about making those payments honey.”

Her arms were wrapped about my waist, “Besides, you’re a perfect fit for me.”

Actually Sarina was exactly the same height as me, and though her body was very feminine, she was a tall girl at five-nine.

A few weeks later we completed the move, and my shitty flat was no longer where I rested my head. The lovemaking got more intense, and she allowed me to setup an office desk in the third bedroom. It actually was more of a storage space, but it was good for what I needed.

Sarina worked at a research lab affiliated with the east side university. She could walk to the lab which was on the edge of the campus.

We’d taken to having lunch together. I would bring my backpack with the food and a bottle of wine, and we’d enjoy the fresh air and beautiful shade trees just within the tall iron fence.

“I was told by my boss that these are the oldest living Elm trees left in the city,” Sarina offered.

Her boss was always coming up in our conversations for Hannah was a bit of a polymath. She managed the science lab, but she wasn’t a scientist. She had met the primary researcher some seven years earlier and had fallen in love with the man’s wife. James and Kate had handled the divorce amiably and their relationship was still secure. They worked together but didn’t see each other often due to James’ travel and lecture schedule.

The few times I had met Hannah were brief, more passing by and informal. She looked passed me as if I didn’t exist. When she called on the hardline to speak with Sarina, she was pleasant but focused. I had never met Kate though.

“Serge she is a real beauty,” but I stopped Sarina.

“I could care less Sarina. You’re my sexy one and the other women of the world are irrelevant.”

After getting accustomed to our living together I’d found I was truly in love with this goddess. Her long legs were topped by a magnificent butt that I loved to look at and her pert breasts had nice chubby nipples. I was in heaven when we were together and thought of no one else.

We had met nearby at the farmers market one Saturday. She had dropped a couple of apples and I was bending to retrieve them when we bumped into each other. She was dressed in tight brown jeans and a simple white top, but she worn a pair of heels. The cuff of the jean legs was turned up to focus on the brown leather strapped heels.

“Those are mine sir,” I handed the slightly bruised honey-crisps to her as she said this.

“If you use these today the pie will still be good Miss and the farmer may offer a discount.”

We’ve been together and have made many pies since. She didn’t know how to cook when we met but I was pretty good at fresh piecrust and baking. My mom’s influence: she had asked for my help when I was ten and slowly she’d taught me to cook.

I still recall walking to Sarina’s flat that afternoon we’d met. I carried the bags and she talked to cover her nervousness. She was taller by three inches due to her heels but following her up the stairs I watched her heavenly bottom moving trapped by the taut jean fabric, and I was captivated by her presence.

We kissed at the door to the open apartment, her with just the key in her hand.

“I’m glad I was clumsy with those apples Serge,” she said, and I saw her radiant smile.

While the pie cooled, she opened a chardonnay and we sat talking. I didn’t want to leave but I suggested that we could have dinner the following night. I was still employed and could handle a fine dinner bill.

After about a month with me living in the flat we had adjusted to each other’s schedules and responsibilities. Some weeks she was kept late at the lab to complete a run or something. I would have a simple dinner those nights for she wouldn’t get in until after ten.

A day following one of the these late nights, Sarina awoke and showered quietly. I slept until nearly seven but was startled when I opened my eyes to feel her sucking me off. I enjoyed her mouth for a few minutes but was especially excited to see her wearing her lingerie including heels and stockings. Usually we made love naked after a shower. I knew of her undergarments but had never seen her wearing hose’ let alone heels in bed.

That morning she went to work in a dress. I didn’t question her bed outfit for I had enjoyed seeing her lovingly body through the translucent materials.

About three that afternoon she called, “I have an issue with my work honey and I’ll be late again tonight.”

I listened, and my evening would adjust to Sarina’s needs.

* * * * * *

Serge didn’t know, but Sarina wasn’t alone. Kate had slipped to her knees and was rubbing her prey’s panty covered vulva while Sarina talked on her cellphone. They were in the darken and quiet lab, for Kate’s lover Hannah had traveled to be with her old mother for a few days and James was in Europe for a conference. As Sarina hung-up the phone Kate slipped her tongue passed the fabric panel of Sarina’s panty.

“Oh dear god, Kate!”

Her lover stopped sharply, and Sarina corrected herself, “I meant to say, mistress, or just Kate?”

Kate stood and turned Sarina by grabbing her shoulders, and she slowly unzipped the long binding of Sarina’s dress. As it fell to the floor Kate smiled but said nothing. The evening before she had informed her new lover that she would be allowed only one error. She would be required to wear hose’ each workday from now on. Kate had said she preferred stay-ups and Sarina had found a single pair in the back of her lingerie drawer that morning.

“Kate, I have please you?” Sarina wanted some type of reinforcement, though she had been told that words would generally be unnecessary between them. Kate felt her new girl needed to learn to observe the details of her dressing more carefully. Sarina had failed yesterday to note that Kate was seducing her until the tall woman had let her hair down while Sarina was scratching her back.

That day Sarina had caused a failure alarm in one of the combinations she was preparing, and Kate had to scold her.

“Your work effort must be improved young lady.” Sarina had resolved the mistake quickly, but Kate was now watching her closely. As they waited to confirm the run was engaged and following the protocol Kate had asked Sarina to rub her shoulders to remove a muscle cramp.

“Right there Sarina. Oh, that’s it, oh yes that feels much better. Maybe I can teach you a thing or two about a woman’s needs.”

The next thing Kate was kissing her, and Sarina felt Kate’s hand push inside the tight waistband of her black jeans.

“You will never wear these around me again is that clear?”

Sarina was still being kissed but paused, “What?”

Just then Kate’s finger had found a path passed Sarina’s thong and her finger rubbed along Sarina’s labia, and she lost her thought as the exciting seduction continued, as Sarina heard Kate softly say, “Getting into your pants was easy, and now you will lick my pussy,” and Sarina released the button of her jeans and the zipper opened as Kate’s hand pushed deeper. A finger was pushed passed Sarina’s moist lips as Kate had moisten her other hand in her own pussy and lifted her fingers to Sarina’s mouth and she tasted the sweet nectar for the first time.

“I knew you would love my cunt, you repressed little bitch. Now on your knees Sarina.”

After Sarina watched Kate leave, she pulled her damp panties up her legs, and struggled to get her tight jeans on. She had quickly cleaned her face of Kate musky juice, as she thought of how she had acted and how she might explain this new affair to Serge. Sarina considered how aroused she had become, and when she closed her eyes, she could still hear Kate’s moans as she dreamed of their lovemaking, and she could hear Kate’s words and her sensual touch. As she stepped outside the cold air reminded her of the late hour, and she was anxious about her lewd and lascivious behavior. Kate had co-opted her and planted this carnal desire and released her erotic imagination.

The next morning Sarina thought about Kate as she walked to the lab, wearing a simple dress and the stay-up hose’. She had never felt such a sexual urge and now she was aware that her mind had been captured by this new lover. She had never imagined licking another woman’s body, not even as a young girl had she played with the other girls. She’d heard of the lesbian activities of some of her classmates, but she was on an honors science track. As she walked in the pair of black three-inch heels, Sarina considered her outfit. She’d found a pair of stockings and a thong for Kate; ‘Don’t make that mistake Sarina’, and Sarina frowned considering her lustful yesterday when she had bent and kissed Kate’s pussy and even licked her bottom.

Sarina’s dress was long, past her knees, and her mind came back to Kate.

‘You’ll find me a quiet but strong Sarina, but don’t fail tomorrow’, Kate had told her.

She had allowed her new dominate lover Kate to enter her pussy with a slim cock-like toy, and she had licked Kate’s bare pussy when Kate had removed her sexy white dress and Sarina had seen the elegant brassiere and her skimpy lacy thong panty.

“This scratchy underwear will not do Sarina. Tomorrow you must get your attention to anything that touches your lovely body,” Kate had demanded, and now Sarina wore a satin light blue thong with a rhinestone detail. Sarina wanted to resist the woman, but her body had responded to Kate’s attention and loving, and though she should have put up a fight when Kate insisted that she bend to kiss her vulva, she had agreed to follow the new requirements.

She had tried to ask, “But what of Hannah?”

Kate had turned quickly, “She is mine to consider for I love her. I may come to love you, but right now you are just a sex-thing to me,” she moaned now as Sarina’s tongue had Kate close to peaking.

Sarina couldn’t stop thinking back to their sex. Kate’s moans were so loud, and Kate had told her not to question her again. “I will control your needs Sarina and you will listen and focus on the details I require from now on.”

Now as Sarina stood still with her heels together, she watched as Kate smiled and stepped close, as her fingers once again pushed aside the thong and entered Sarina moist pussy. As the woman stimulated her, Sarina saw a red light and then the camera beyond.

“I thought I’d make a movie dear. I wanted something to watch later when I await my lovers return,” and Sarina could feel the long finger softly moving along the side of her clit, and her pussy seemed to open for her lover as her fingers gently entered and moved to rub the inner wall of her vagina.

“You’re dripping Sarina. I think you could come,” but the finger was withdrawn, and Kate stepped back, and she signaled for Sarina to undress her. It was a simple nod, but Sarina knew to respond. Kate had worn a lab coat over her dress but beneath the coat Sarina found the apparatus about her lover’s hips.

“This evening you will love my cock, yes, it’s a hard fleshy one, so move to the chair and bend over,” Kate directed Sarina.

There was a leather-covered side chair and a large sofa used as a meeting space and Kate pointed to Sarina and saw Sarina position herself to allow Kate to enter her body from behind. Sarina held the upper back of the chair and Kate shifted one of Sarina’s knees to the leather seat. In this position Kate played her long phallus tip along the moist cleft of Sarina’s exposed body, rubbing up and down along the now slick cleft of Sarina’s ass. She was teasing Sarina, and she remained silent as her lover rubbed the dildo up and down her bottom slit for some moments. As Kate taunted her with the shaped end of the fleshy cock Sarina finally allowed a moan to softly pass her lips.

“Please fuck me,” she looked over her shoulder as Kate moved closer and they kissed. Now two probes were teasing Sarina, for her Kate’s tongue was within her mouth, so Sarina suckled the tip.

“Please mis, aggh Kate! Stuff your cock into me, please?”

Yet the teasing continued, as Kate would press lightly the head of her faux cock against Sarina’s pussy opening, and also it reached to stimulate her anus as well. Sarina had yet to realize the level of patience Kate had developed, and Sarina had not come to understand that her words were the negative. Kate wanted control, not begging, and as Sarina moaned again, then she was quiet, and did not utter a word. A moment later the blue dildo attached to Kate’s hips was pushed inside Sarina’s vagina. It was quite long, and Sarina worried that the deep penetration of the long cock might hurt her, but the seven smooth inches were carefully buried into her pussy and Sarina looked back again, and now her lover’s tongue was again in her mouth. Her body was fully excited by Kate’s loving, as her left hand played with Sarina’s now exposed nipples, and she opened her eyes a moment and saw the camera.

“That’s right Sarina. I have you on digital begging for me to fuck you as a reminder. Maybe sometime over the next week we’ll sit and review the movie. Maybe you’ll beg me to fuck your ass. Maybe you’ll learn that you are mine now, and I want you to come, then I want your mouth to lick my wet pussy,” and Sarina’s moans became louder.

As if on cue Sarina’s pussy began to tighten about Kate’s phallus and she felt her deep arousal. She closed her eyes as Kate’s tongue now fucked her mouth, and her body began to spasm as she released, while the faux cock split her pussy open.

“Ohhh, god, ohhh,” Sarina screamed.

“That’s my girl. You can be taught,” but Kate was loving her and Sarina wanted more of her attention.

Sarina was breathing hard as she slowly realized that the cock was still within her tight wet pussy, and after a few moments Kate removed the apparatus, and Sarina watched as Kate gently massaged the moist flesh near Sarina’s vulva.

“You had a nice climax, but wait until I teach you to cum from my cock deep inside of your bottom!” And Sarina bent to kiss Kate pussy, as Kate pushed her lover’s head lower as she turned about and Sarina placed a kiss on each cheek of Kate’s bottom. She was forced by her hand to lick Kate’s tight bottom hole, and she shaped her tongue, forming a point and she slipped it into Kate’s upturned butt.

“As I had hoped,” was all Kate said as she groaned, and she turned around and Sarina’s lips were again pressed against Kate’s inner thighs and she intimately kissed her there, at Kate’s anus, allowing Sarina’s lips to linger along her pussy slit.

“What do you want me to do to you mistress?”

Sarina looked down and she knew the phallus would be required. She stopped kissing Kate’s body as she positioned the cock toy, now attached to her hips, and she saw that Kate was rubbing her own vulva, as Sarina fitted the toy and she altered the position, and Kate moved to tighten the straps.

Sarina watched Kate lay back on the sofa, and she judged the intent and mounted the cushion beside Kate’s knees. Sarina paused and considered that she had never dreamed of fucking someone. She had heard of such toys but here she was about to penetrate another woman with a dildo attached to her hips. Her beautiful lover smiled as Sarina began to rub the tip about the slick hairless body beneath her. Sarina wondered if she would ask or say a word. Then she considered her position. She was about to bring about Kate’s climax and she decided to say dirty things; words that she wouldn’t have uttered yesterday and this seemed to please Kate.

“You want your panty girl to fuck you, miss, mistress?”

Kate looked intently into her eyes.

“Your pussy looks so lovely as I play with you. Should I put my cock in your pussy?”

Kate closed her eyes as Sarina ran the stiff phallus up and down.

“You want your sub-girl to fuck your Cunt?”

That was it and Kate opened her eyes and pulled Sarina’s hips forward, and the cock slipped inside Kate’s moist pussy and she moaned as the toy cock fully penetrated her body. Sarina had to focus on the toy to prevent it coming out of her Kate’s vagina, which was more difficult than she would have though. As she intently moved in and out, Kate wrapped her hose’ covered legs about Sarina’s body and reached up to pull their breasts together. She moaned into Sarina’s ear and then she moved to kiss her deeply.

Sarina was working harder than she could believe to keep the cock toy in Kate’s pussy. She was perspiring from the effort and the sweat was running down her back. This was more physically demanding than it looked when she’d seen a porn video with two lesbians several years ago. Now she was with a woman. A woman who had seduced her mind as well as her body. Somehow Kate was still pulling Sarina along her path, away from her safe world and Serge and to a new place.

Sarina began to see this lovemaking as something she needed, not a manipulation by this wildly sexy woman. She was with a woman, the beautiful Kate, as she was about to climax on the cock sticking out of Sarina’s groin. Now Sarina was peaking again as well. The toy and the action had caused her own excitement. It was less intense than her earlier explosion, when Kate had fucked her, but she was cumming.

“Oh god Kate! Fucking you!!

Sarina had come twice within minutes for the first time in her life. The seduction was complete as she kissed Kate’s panting mouth and face.

“Thank you Kate. Thank you for leading me. Thank you for fucking me.”

A few minutes later Kate stood and took control again, “Move to the wall Sarina.”

Sarina smiled slightly and still in her heels she did as she was requested, and she turned to face the wall. Kate was behind her and was admired her lover’s ass. Her hand moved to Sarina’s sweat coated rear cleft, and she parted the smooth soft cheeks. Sarina was surprised that she could allow such an inspection. Her hands were seemingly glued to the wall as Kate deliberately rubbed her ass, then Kate bent and kissed Sarina’s wrinkled flesh at her rose.

“Do you now understand me? Shall we continue? I want you intoxicated by my scent, and desperation for my touch Sarina.”

Two

When Serge awoke early the following morning Sarina was sound asleep, and he went to the bath and shaved and was about to walk to the kitchen for his coffee when he found Sarina’s discarded clothes in a heap behind the bath door. Sarina was usually neat so this was unusual, and he bent to pick up the dress and then lingerie and carried them to the washer. When he put them down he noticed the sexy blue thong panty and the stockings. Both were damp and smelled a little musty, but he paid it no mind.

Sarina slept past eight and Serge knew she would be late, so he woke her.

“Honey you need to get a move on. Late night huh?”

She rolled to her back and smiled up at him. She pulled Serge into her kiss and she frenched his tongue, “Lets get naked Serge.”

An hour later she was out the door wearing a black dress he’d not seen before, and he had failed to note her shoes or her tights, but he enjoyed the sight of Sarina’s bottom moving about below the tautly fitted dress, as the door swung closed.

Around lunch Serge sent her a text but there was no respond. This had occasionally occurred and he packed the bag and headed to the tree grove.

Serge waited for twenty minutes but he grew hungry, so he ate his lunch, and decided to walk to Sarina’s lab. It was a beautiful afternoon and now it was nearly two.

As he rounded the building corner, Serge saw her, and he also saw the simple peck on the cheek. He didn’t recognize the woman Sarina had kissed, so he thought it must have been an old friend. A moment later she saw him and she was smiling as she approached.

“Hey Serge, sorry I missed your text.”

She hugged him and he picked up her scent, floral and sweet, “New cologne honey?”

She seemed surprised by my question, “Huh, no. The lab had a strange smell and I spritzed myself to rid the odor.”

“You smell great Sarina. I can stay as you have your lunch.”

They walked to the grove holding hands and she told Serge about the morning.

“Anyway, one of the exhaust systems failed and the smell entered the lab, nothing toxic but stinky,” Sarina said.

“Who was that I saw you with as you came outside?”

“Hannah’s girlfriend Kate. I guess you’ve not met Kate huh?”

“No,” Serge replied. The woman was dressed to the nines, and he recalled that Sarina had spoken earlier saying that Kate was a real looker.

They sat on the blanket while she lunched, and Serge simply watched Sarina. She seemed distracted so he was quiet.

“Hannah has been away for a few days so she’d asked Kate to stop by and check on my progress.”

As she had finished they stood and he folded the blanket as they walked back toward the lab, and he saw that Kate had just returned as well. Her backside was all that he saw but he knew it was her from the clothes and the strut.

“She looks tall,” but Sarina turned to ask Serge who he was speaking about.

“Kate, Kate looks tall. She just went into the lab.”

Sarina looked toward the door and sighed, “Yeah she’s just a bit below six feet but in her heels she towers over me. That’s why I’ve been wearing heels these past few days.”

He smiled, “I liked you in your heels yesterday morning.”

She seemed a little tense, “Hopefully Hannah returns tonight and life at the lab will return to normal.”

“Is Kate difficult?”

She turned and hugged him, “No, just a bit domineering Serge,” and they kissed, and Sarina went in the door.

Tonight they had made a dinner reservation; Sarina had made the call, for he was a bit low on cash. When six-thirty came and went the restaurant called the house. Serge tried to reach Sarina twice as the time approached.

“Can we delay the reservation until seven?” He asked the person when he called back.

At ten minutes of seven she hadn’t arrived, and Serge worried that he hadn’t heard from her. The lab phone no longer had a message machine, so it just rang.

Finally at seven-ten he slipped on his dress shoes and sport jacket and headed to see if he could find Sarina.

The evening was pleasant, but darkness had arrived by the time Serge got to the building, and the door was locked.

He stepped back. Clearly some of the lights were on but there was no bell, and then he remembered that Sarina had given him her old electronic passkey. She had said the university required new photos on the passes every six months but that the codes still worked, and he pulled it from his wallet as he stepped to the door.

The electronic door lock released and Serge walked down the hall to the Sarina’s lab suite.

There were other labs along this short corridor, but these weren’t being used. Something about James’ work required that the floor be used for only his studies. As he came to Sarina’s suite he heard a soft but distance voice, actually it was more of a moan. It wasn’t Sarina’s voice so he paused and listened. It was clearly someone making love.

There was a second voice.

“That’s a girl, take the whole thing into your butt,” the female voice sounded somewhat like Hannah.

Serge was now alert and he walked very quietly, as he was aware now he was a voyeur, and he wasn’t thinking of Sarina. Serge knew something was happening close by, for now he heard the sound of heels on the hard flooring, shuffling about a bit, but not walking.

“Kate, push into her slowly, I want to enjoy watching the cock slipping past her tight little ring.”

They were in a glass conference room with the lights on and the door wide open. The rest of the lab was dark except for the equipment lights. They hadn’t heard Serge and he curiously moved closer and he could see two women. One was Hannah but she was nearly naked, for he couldn’t see below her belly though, due to the partition height. The other he now saw was the tall woman that he’d seen earlier today, Kate. She was naked as well at least to her garter belt; she had beautiful breasts. He did not want to cause a stir, so he slowly stepped back to the corridor. Their voices were now a little louder and he could hear a muffled sound from a third person.

Serge did not want to cause a problem for Sarina with her employer, so he left the lab building and went to the restaurant. It was a ten-minute walk and along the way he saw that Sarina had responded to his text :

‘I’ll see you there at eight’

As he sat at the bar considering what he had seen Serge smiled, as it was none of his business. A few minutes past eight Sarina arrived and came to him and kissed him. She tasted sweet.

“What caused you to miss the reservation?”

She sat beside him and he saw her dress slip up to expose the garter tabs attached to her nude-toned hose’, and the stocking top on her upper thigh.

She looked great, “Hannah returned and sent me on an errand to Queens. I guess the texts I sent didn’t get through.”

She slipped closer and she kissed him again. Serge was full of wonder, but she was with him now.

“Can we have a second glass?” he asked of the barmaid.

They decided to sit at the bar for dinner since they had missed two reservations and it was a busy place.

After dinner they walked home and Serge felt Sarina’s bottom and the back garter tab beneath her dress, “I like that you’ve worn such sexy lingerie Sarina. Will you love me in heels again tonight?”

The next day Sarina had to leave thirty minutes early and therefore he slept through her getting dressed. She sent Serge a text though:

‘heading back to queens for a meeting. No lunch today’

With some time on his hands, Serge did some thinking about what he had seen last night and felt fortunate to not have been discovered. He had entered the lab building with Sarina’s ID though. If someone was tracking the door data they would see that she had come to the lab after seven last night. If Hannah wanted to check, she would think it was Sarina who had witnessed the sexual event. He considered that he hadn’t seen anything really. Except he’d seen the two partially clothed beautiful women, and they were doing something to a third person. The third person was a complete mystery.

Without his lunch partner Serge could still visit the grove for it was a beautiful afternoon. He sat for an hour reading a novel under the trees and was stirred from the book by the sound of heels walking casually by, not ten feet away. He looked up to see Hannah and what he presumed was her girlfriend. They hadn’t seen Serge yet.

The thought of what he’d seen last night, was in his mind. That he had observed that these two were involved in an intimate act, excited Serge and he became a bit hard. Just then Hannah turned, and she saw him.

“Serge! Hi”, she said with a surprised exuberance. The two women had stopped walking and he tried to stand, but his stiff penis would be evident, so he sort of rolled and stood with his back to them, and then he moved closer as his dick soften.

“Hello Hannah. I’m lunching but without Sarina.”

Hannah introduced her lover as her partner, “Finally, I get to meet you, I’m Kate.”

She was taller than him by nearly five inches, due to his standing in the grass and her tall heels. She stepped closer and took his hand.

“Nice to meet you, Serge. Hannah has told me you were a beautiful man,” her hand was soft and delicate, but she wore her nails quite long and the finish was in a cream polish. Serge quickly studied her dress as his mind recalled seeing her naked breasts.

He must have been staring, “Hannah, he’s a little transfixed by seeing two women together.”

He apologized, “No, no Kate, it was something I was working out in my mind and it just fell into place. An equation.”

Hannah explained what Serge meant, and how it related to his work, but he had been caught staring at his girlfriend’s boss’s chest. He had seen her naked before he had met her, and now he was aroused again.

“Well Serge I hope to see you again soon,” and Kate took Hannah’s hand and the two walked away.

Over the following week Sarina had been running her typical schedule. They were to attend a wedding of one of her classmates on Saturday, and Serge watched her dressing for the event in hose’ and a garter belt, and Sarina slipped the thong up her legs to settle and conceal her mons pubis.

He was a bit hard when she turned, “Someone likes my lingerie covered legs.”

She moved to her knees and moved his underwear aside and took his hard cock into her mouth. Serge watched as Sarina licked and caressed his now very hard penis and he quickly ejaculated, and she was surprised. She had only swallowed his cum twice before, but this time she didn’t fuss.

“Now let’s get finished and in the cab,” as she slipped on the tall gray heels and stepped to clean her face and mouth.

On Sunday morning he sat awake in bed while she slept, and he considered the past week and the subtle changes in Sarina, as well as the lab visit he had made. She had went shopping alone Saturday morning and now had quite a collection of lingerie including many new packages of hose’ and several garter suspenders.

She had explained the purchase, “I found that my vagina is more comfortable without pantyhose, and you seemed to like it as well.”

The lab scene was still unresolved. Who were Hannah and Kate with?

Meanwhile:

Hannah had just showered when she saw that Kate was awake. “Tell me what you want me to do with your new girl.”

Kate had made an espresso and was sitting in the living room naked except for her tap pants. She had pushed Hannah to bring a new lover into their realm. She was quite a beauty and tall. She had the potential to become an active lesbian. Her bottom hadn’t been breached as of yet, but Kate was certain it would occur soon.

“Well Mary is lovely, but a little too common place. Her oral skills need serious work Hannah so you can focus on her for the next few weeks.”

Hannah was wearing a mule slipper and a camisole set in black. She walked near the glass wall which looked east, “Of course darling. I can handle that assignment.”

She turned back toward Kate, “This girl needs you to kiss her pussy.” and Hannah pulled her panty aside.

She walked two steps toward Kate, “Can mistress please kiss my red pussy? Can she make me feel good?”

Kate enjoyed that her lover knew how to get her aroused. A simple soft manner and the scent of sex was all Hannah needed to do.

“Are you clean, you anal licking lover?”

Hannah kept her body just as her lover required and therefore, she turned about, standing twelve inches from Kate hands, and Kate slipped the black panties slightly down her girl’s thighs and moistened her long finger with her mouth, and rubbing her lover’s deep rear cleft.

“Yes Kate, hook my anus with your finger. Pull me in to your mouth sweetie.”

Three

On Monday Sarina came home for lunch.

“Surprised honey? I had to revise something for the test, but the information is only on the hard drive here,” Sarina said as she opened up his computer, and he was anxious as he had several webpages open but reduced and the theme of each was lesbian loving.

Serge looked her over and considered her outfit. Something had changed in Sarina, and he liked the fact she was wearing dresses and hose’. This morning the delivery truck had brought two large boxes.

“Those must be my new heels,” she said and took the boxes and went to her dressing space.

Later that afternoon she called him on the hard line, “I’ve got to run to Queens for a five o’clock inspection. Don’t wait dinner on me okay?”

Serge was too busy and simply forgot to eat when dinner time arrived. Sarina came home after nine and they shared a salad and some wine.

The next morning, she thought he was asleep, but Serge watched her as she dressed. She seemed earnest about how the nearly black hose’ were covering her long legs. When she turned to slip into her new shiny black heels, he saw the seamline up the back of her legs. They looked perfectly straight to Serge. Once she was in the heels Serge glanced up and became hard. Sarina stepped to the hall and out the door before he could get her help to relief his hard-on.

On Wednesday she told Serge it would be a late night, and he considered what he was planning several times during the afternoon. At seven he slipped on an old spring jacket and a cap and sneakers she’d have thrown out if she found them, and he walked to the lab.

Pausing at the corner Serge checked the building lights, a similar group were on as last Wednesday night, and he slipped the passkey across the reader and quietly entered.

As he came near to Sarina’s suite, he clearly saw the three women, but the third was Sarina! She stood with her arms up and the other two were exploring her nearly naked body with their hands. Sarina wore only the hose’ and her shoes, with her white bra wrapped around her extended hands. Kate was licking and fondling her breasts. As Serge got bolder he moved closer, and saw that a noose attached to an overhead pipe loosely held Sarina’s arms. Hannah had some type of toy and was bent down, licking his girlfriend’s ass cleft, while Kate pulled Sarina close by grabbing what looked like a collar.

“Well newbie Sarina, I hope you’ve prepared your body for my lover’s cock,” Kate said quite clearly and Serge saw her finger there at Sarina’s bottom.

Sarina mumbled but then he saw that she had a pair of white panties stuffed in her mouth. The gag meant that he only heard an ‘umm’.

“Good girl. Hannah has been the initiator of all of my girls, right Hannah?”

Hannah was now applying some type of gel to her cock toy, sticking out from her naked hips, “I love to penetrate each girl first and regularly.”

He stopped short for he saw that they might get a hint of his presence due to how the light was reflected. Sarina tottered a bit, and he saw that she had on her new tall black heels.

“Express delivery of those four-inches heels indicated to me you wanted my cock tonight. Now don’t whimper. You’ve asked to be penetrated by Hannah and her missile Sarina.” Kate said sharply.

Serge wonder if he should leave, or announce his presence, but he was transfixed by the scene, and he remained quiet in the shadows, watching. These naked women were doing to his girlfriend what she wanted, and it was quite erotic. Kate was now crouched low beside Sarina as Hannah positioned the fat head of her phallus, and Serge now saw that the dildo appeared to be at Sarina’s back hole. He heard her moan through her panty gag. Sarina was going to be fuck in her bottom, as Hannah aimed her fat cocktoy at Sarina’s anal opening.

Kate spoke softly, “One more time you horny bitch, ask Hannah for her cock.”

Serge could hear Sarina mumbling, but there was no mistaking ‘fuc me’.

Hannah glided her toy up and down his girlfriend’s butt groove as he stood still and watched from about fifteen feet away. He could only see one of her eyes from this angle, but it went wide as she absorbed the stiff phallus’ entry into her tight asshole. There was a loud but muffled scream and panting coming from Sarina’s gagged mouth, and Kate’s fingers were playing at Sarina’s vagina.

Kate now stood and moved close to Sarina’s face, and she pulled the panty gag and kissed her deeply, “Fuck our girl Hannah.”

She kissed Sarina lovingly while Hannah slowly entered and re-traced her long stiff phallus slowly into Sarina’s body. Three, then four slow strokes, and Kate paused her kiss and Sarina breathed deeply, and Serge saw that Kate had bent down and she licked Sarina’s empty butt hole!

“Oh my god, Hannah please don’t stop,” Sarina moaned, but Hannah did, as Kate continued to lick and kiss her back opening.

“Sarina, you’re new to our play club,” Kate said, “You know the rules. No talking. Now we have to gag you and start again.”

Hannah step around the suspended and nearly naked Sarina, and teased her nipples while Kate re-positioned the panty gag. Then Kate moved toward Sarina’s butt and again lovingly licked her cleft, teasing Sarina, who moaned through the panty gag.

“She is quiet and ready again Hannah.”

Kate again crouched low beside Sarina as Hannah positioned the cock head at Sarina’s anus.

Kate spoke more urgently, “One more time Sarina, ask Hannah for her dick. Ask her to fuck your tight hole.”

Sarina mumbled but there was no mistaking ‘fuc ma but’.

Serge watched as Kate’s fingers entered her bottom and then she aligned Hannah’s long toy at his girlfriend’s bottom, and Serge bit his lip as he watched. This time he could see both of Sarina’s eyes for Kate had shifted her captive slightly, and Serge saw her eyes go wide as her bottom took the stiff phallus this second time into her body. The muffled cry sounded more like joy than pain, but still she was panting.

Kate stood and he saw her perfectly shaped bottom as she stood near Sarina’s face. This time when she pulled the panty gag and kissed her deeply Hannah said, “I’m fucking your new cunt’s ass Kate.”

Kate was kissing Sarina lovingly while Hannah slowly pushed her cock deeply into Sarina. Three languid strokes, and then a quick thrust, followed by a fifth. Kate now paused her kiss and patted Sarina’s mons pubis while they kissed. When the kiss was paused, Sarina breathed deeply as Kate moved her fingers to Sarina pussy, and Serge saw her excitement, as she began to shake, as kate played at her pussy, and helped Sarina climax.

“Oh my god, Hannah please stop,” but Hannah didn’t.

“My sweet little ass fucked girl,” Kate said, “you’ll be fucked until Hannah comes,” and Sarina was screaming as she experienced a massive orgasm, and her legs quivered atop those towering black heels.

A minute later Serge saw that Hannah, seemed to be close as she breathed deeply, and she screamed and slowly pushed into Sarina’s upturned ass, and then she stopped her thrusting and grabbed Sarina about the waist to steady herself as she groaned. He could barely see, but the long shaft slipped from Sarina’s ass, and Hannah stepped around Serge’s suspended girlfriend and pulled the panty from her mouth, as she and Kate both moved to kiss Sarina. Serge now slowly moved further into the shadows and then he slipped out of the lab.

* * * * * *

On the walk back to the flat Serge considered if there was any form of brutal behavior, any forced action by either of Sarina’s lovers. Then he wondered how his world with Sarina would change. He had seen her willingly submit to two females, and she certainly want it in her butt. Both Hannah and Kate were beautiful women and Sarina was as well. These three consenting adults Serge had spied on, and he hadn’t even considered interfering. How could he move forward after what he’d watched? And worst he had ejaculated into his shorts watching Sarina’s ass take the final thrusts of Hannah’s cock into his lover. He could not escape that she had enjoyed being fucked by the cock attached to a woman.

It was after nine-thirty when she opened the door. She looked as good as she had this morning when he’d watched her, secretly enjoying her dressing and arranging her hose’.

When she stepped to kiss him, he noticed the clean smell of after shower. There was a locker room at the lab and Sarina had clearly used it.

“You smell lovely. Care to come to bed with me?” Serge asked.

She moved close and kissed him, “Sorry Serge. I’m all but dead after that day. Tomorrow morning, okay?”

Four

Serge slept roughly that night, with his dreams filled with images of women, and strap-on phallus, and slick pussies. He had no way of settling what he should do or determining why Sarina was with him after what he’d witnessed. He could see her in his dreams mumbling her desire for her mistress to fuck her, and he wondered if there was a fantasy she held for him.

Having had a restless sleep, Serge overslept, and when he awoke Sarina was already gone. He made a coffee and saw her text:

‘called to the lab early’

So now Serge had to decide. Does he simply pack and leave? Or does he allow her to explain her new relationships? This wasn’t a casual sex romp. She had been having sex with her fellow workers, in the lab. Worse was how strongly the two women seemed to feel they could control her and their other lovers. Serge heard them speaking of at least two different women, and he concluded this because he had witnessed two sexual acts. He’d seen two women taken. More, he’d seen Hannah fucking his girlfriend’s bottom.

Sarina was the one he loved, but could she be in love with him and still worship those two? Though they weren’t married they were a couple, and her sexual adventure was at the least cheating. Could this be just a slight detour, or would she abandon Serge and his love? She had not seemed to sense that he was anxious nor aware; that he had a clue of her office sexual activities, and yet he felt he still needed her in his life. Could he share her, her love, and the sex with those two beautiful women?

His heart wanted to find a way of compassionately asking Sarina why she’d fallen for these women, but Serge saw no opening without exposing his voyeurism. And what of his staying here in her flat? He could get a room for a few nights, a hotel. Then maybe rent a small flat, but though his last paycheck was reasonable, and he had a small savings, he wasn’t flush with funds. Why had he used that damn passkey that first night?

Serge received a text from Sarina:

‘tomorrow we need some time together to settle some things’

Now he was anxious and shouldn’t have responded but he did:

‘what things?’

The next message came in an instant:

‘your behavior must be revised’

After that Serge felt miserable. Could she have known he had been in the lab? Maybe there was a camera, or someone monitored the passkey activity. She was his lover, but he sensed something was going to change.

He decided to do some research about girls, meaning about lesbian sexuality.

Two hours later Serge was still reading of lesbians and their sexual intercourse. A large number of websites he visited discussed the lesbian lifestyle and their varied sexuality amazed him. The subtle subgroups and types of women calling themselves lesbian seemed infinite. Many women wanted only the simple love of another female. Others liked to munch on each other but still wanted penetration, and to be with a male. Serge loved oral too, but he had never had anal sex. He hadn’t heard mention of it in the locker room or from his male friends, except as a derogatory put down. Yet Serge didn’t see it as out of bounds. He loved to look and play with Sarina’s soft bottom therefore why hadn’t he suggested that they try anal? She had seemed to truly love being taken by Hannah.

Serge entered a new search: ‘bossy girlfriend’ and he found a site that described Sarina’s behavior, and he considered whether his desire and the sexual behavior he’d seen reflected some insecurity and therefore imbalance in their relationship. He may have led her to those two women, or she was seduced. Sarina was the primary bread earner and owner of the home. These were just two of the things he’d relinquished. His accepting her lead was only partially due to his own work. She had started long ago to be the initiator of their sex. His asking last night had become typical, only the denial was new, and he considered whether he wanted to feel the power of Sarina leading them with her sexuality. Serge had slowly become a man who waited for what he wanted.

He considered sending the following text:

‘what do you want of me?’

But he deleted it. One of the things about last night was the cheating. Wasn’t she cheating if penetration was involved? But he hadn’t interrupted her sex play, so, wasn’t he just as guilty?

On another site Serge uncovered he read about how different lesbians hate any form of penetration while another love using cock toys. The range of mindsets and some of the subtle characters amazed him, and many, but not all of lesbians wanted no men in their lives. He wondered if Sarina was moving toward this. Others were into soft submission and some further explored the serious dominant-submission situations. He could see a hint of that from how Sarina responded to the two women last night.

He was semi-hard as he looked at the imagery that was filed as ‘lesbian’. Serge also began to understand the naked versus the ‘dressed’ visuals of some lesbian women. In his head was also the awareness that most males saw women loving other women as an arousal, without being aware that these were women who wanted love, just not with a guy. He read that there were some lesbians that used their dress, their lingerie to define their power over others including men, and he realized that the fact that he was searching was a sign of his inherent submissiveness.

“Sarina we’ll split the driving,” Hannah said as she turned toward the Holland Tunnel.

As she drove south Hannah spoke of her relationship with Kate, “When I met her Kate was twenty-six and James had been unfaithful. He is nine years older, and she had been hurt and I was a few years younger, and she seduced me. Kate claims I was her first female lover.”

“She asked me about you,” Hannah said and Sarina turned with a look of surprise as Hannah continued, “Maybe three weeks back when she came by the lab and saw you entering the restroom. She enjoyed looking at your butt. My Kate loves building her harem and she loves only femmes.”

Sarina was quietly listening as Hannah spoke, “I wasn’t certain whether she could win your heart when I’d left to see my mom.” Hannah glanced at Sarina, “I see Kate has started to push you to dress to get her attention Sarina, and slowly she will get you to be totally her femme. There will be additional funds gifted for that.”

Sarina considered explaining the first attempt at the lab, when she had rebuffed Kate; quite an aggressive woman Sarina thought. Somehow, she had resisted Kate for a few days. Though what difference did it make now. Kate had been persistent, and Sarina had succumbed to the beautiful woman. The details were unimportant.

“Have you thought of your boy? He will probably leave you when you explain the situation. Being a lesbian, living with women who, though not in a slavish role.”

Hannah paused, “You understand Sarina that you are not owned? Controlled yes, but not owned. None of us are slaves to Kate, but Serge may simply flee Sarina when you tell him.”

Sarina considered this statement. “I guess I’m still figuring this out Hannah. The attraction and loving, together with her strong will to bend me, seems to be at the earliest stage. Kate has mentioned that she loves several other, but their names are not known to me.”

Hannah drove but glanced again at Sarina who was looking toward her. Their eyes met when Hannah looked back every few seconds, “Each of them is special and unique.”

Hannah reached for Sarina’s hose’ covered knee, and smiling she said, “Kate has carefully selected each of you. Her demands are easily met Sarina, so I guess your non-answer regarding Serge fits. You’re the one who determines your sexuality. I have met through Kate, several involved lesbians who still maintain a man, even a husband. These men are themselves unique for they share their world with a woman who needs the passion and loving of other women, but I’m not certain how they find such a man.”

They drove in silence for some minutes across the flat terrain, then Hannah asked her, “Sarina, you do love Serge?”

Now Sarina turned toward the landscape, “Yes”.

Serge tried to reach Sarina on her cell, but hoped that she wouldn’t answer because then he would have to start asking questions; no answer.

Hanging-up he considered how he would initiate the discussion regarding what he’d seen last night and last week. Each scenario he made came back to his having violated her privacy, their privacy. He felt like a heel. The three text he’d sent weren’t responded to.

Last night’s vision was banging around in his head still; Sarina asking for a cock to open her bottom.

Finally, just before noon Sarina called Serge back on the hardline. She was traveling with Hannah to Philly and would be staying overnight due to the follow-up with a professor at Penn. He said that they needed to talk but he’d resisted hinting of the subject of her text.

“Serge, I think we need more than a talk. My work is affecting my life and, ” Serge heard another voice, “Serge, I must hang-up,” and the call was ended.

Now he had to consider her incomplete statement. Was she going to push him away or did she need his help prioritizing the work and her life with him as a couple? Was he the man who could pull her back from her sexual adventure or the guy who would still love a woman who would wander and love other women?

As Sarina drove and approached Philly Hannah asked about how she saw her relationship being changed by the love of her mistress.

Sarina considering her response as she drove nearer to the university, “Well Serge has filled my life in so many ways Hannah,” but Sarina held back something.

She knew she was being oblique; the question remained, could she be a loving partner to Serge, and maintain the needs of her two demanding lesbians? Hannah sat quietly waiting for Sarina to understand the conflict. Was it a matter of her submissiveness or sexuality? The deep love of another requires being dependent and one. Sarina considered the question as they drove over the river and Hannah sat waiting. As they approached Philadelphia Sarina offered an answer.

“Serge needs me and therefore I may be capable of being more to him. He is not a dominant male but rather soft, yet not a true submissive. I feel I may be able to serve Kate and yourself and yet hold Serge close.”

Hannah considered her answer, “That may be correct Sarina. Just as I can love Kate, I’m also fully able to submit to her demands. Serge doesn’t come across as a cocksman.”

Sarina considered the statement and offered, “I don’t want a cuckold, but I can’t see how he’ll handle you Hannah?”

Hannah suggested, “Is his sexual ability strong or typical? I mean to ask, what is the basis of your attraction?”

The question was left as they had arrived at the downtown hotel.

Serge had found a video on-line that had caused him to pause, yet he watched the entire forty minute scene. A woman made her boyfriend sit by and watch her lesbian lover copulate. He saw a woman with a dildo at her hips, and she had loosely tied his hands behind his back, and he sat in the chair beside the bed as the two females licked and fuck each other. Serge had a hard-on during the entire clip.

Hannah had run the meeting, though Sarina was the one whose work was presented. Sarina enjoyed watching her lover leading the discussion and answering most of the questions.

“Sarina can fill in the details. She is capable of following my lead,” and Hannah excused herself as Sarina spoke for fifteen minutes. When Hannah came back, the four university scientists, two men and two female post-grad assistants, brought Sarina and Hannah to their lab to review the alternative layout of their experiment.

By the late afternoon it had been a long day. At five-thirty Hannah suggested they all get a drink. Sarina quietly walked behind Hannah to the local bar, with her eyes on Hannah’s bottom and hose’ covered legs, and she heard the sound of her own heels on the concrete. The other two women were wearing flats and dress pants. As she followed she wondered about how she would explain herself to Serge.

Four weeks earlier Sarina wasn’t even on Kate radar and therefore Hannah’s. Kate had met the woman who worked for her partner, but Sarina was Hannah’s best researcher, and the lab was involved in serious work. One day Kate appeared at the lab around three in the afternoon, but Hannah was away. Sarina had her back to the door but heard the sound of heels clicking on the terrazzo lab floor.

As she turned, she asked, “Hello?” to see the tall beauty wearing what had to be a vintage Dior dress.

“Oh hello Kate.”

Kate stepped to the adjacent desk, “Hannah told me you’d be alone this afternoon.”

Sarina stopped what she was working on. Kate wasn’t her boss, but she was a partner with James in his lab and research studies. She looked so gracious in the knee-length dress and her four-inch pumps, “Is that a vintage?” Sarina asked meekly.

Kate moved a little closer and her dress opened at a partial slit to expose her left leg and the brass clasp of one of her garters, “Why yes Sarina. One doesn’t often meet a scientist, a researcher who knows women’s fashion.”

Kate generally did nothing to help run the place though she had an advanced degree in Microbiology. Sarina was surprised to have Kate break-up her day, as Hannah was out-of-town.

“Is there something I can do for you Kate? I’m just running a backup file.”

Kate moved so that her long legs were extended as her bottom rested on the desk edge, and Sarina’s eyes followed her action, “I came by to just say hello Sarina.”

Hannah normally worked in low heels with a lab coat over her dresses. Seeing Kate in an expensive dress, her shiny white leather heels and nude hose’ shook Sarina. The woman was gorgeous, and it was intimidating to have a model speak with her, but about cellular division. She hadn’t spent more than thirty minutes speaking with Kate during the previous eighteen months she’d been a paid research assistant at the lab. Now Kate was clearly hanging out but in Sarina’s lab suite.

“Oh, okay Kate,” and Sarina shifted in the swivel seat and turned the screen of her laptop back on.

“Sarina, I do need something from you,” and Kate stepped to stand near the desk as Sarina glanced up to Kate’s eyes.

“Yes?” Sarina said as she saw Kate standing beside her.

Kate reached to touch Sarina, implying her desire for Sarina to stand as well. “Come look at me Sarina.”

Her hand remained on Sarina’s elbow as Sarina stood, “You know I’ve been watching you for several weeks. I have stayed clear as Hannah wants you to accomplish the runs for James’ project, but she suggested you’d have a moment this week.”

“A moment for what Kate?” Sarina was now anxious.

Kate moved closer still, so that their hips were almost touching, “Without my heels I’d be just a bit taller,” and Kate slipped her pumps off.

“See, I can adore your face without looking downward Sarina.”

Now Sarina realized that Kate was wasting her time, “Kate I’m going to have to cool you off,” and she moved back a step.

“Though I appreciate your interest I have a boy in my live, and you have Hannah. Please don’t. Don’t push this okay?”

Kate also backed off a step and looked to her heels, slipping one on as Sarina sat back down. As her foot slipped the second heel on, she sat her bottom on Sarina’s desk.

“I’ve heard that, but one can have many diversions, Sarina.” Her hand moved as she said this to again touch Sarina.

Sarina pulled her hand quickly away again, “Kate, I’m not into women okay?”

Kate smiled and looked down to the lovely face of the seated woman, “I’ve never read a girl wrong Sarina. You can say whatever. We’ll see. My body longs to play with yours Sarina. Give it some thought please,” and Kate stood and moved a step toward the door, but she paused.

“I love that you’ve handled my pass so well for a girl who thinks she hetero.”

Sarina huffed when she heard this, “I’ll be just fine without an additional lover in my life Kate.”

Sarina was daydreaming about this event as Hannah kept the other scientists engaged at the pub. She once again looked at Hannah’s legs, near but the tablecloth partially covering them. She watched as Hannah subtly pulled back the linen covering and Sarina was startled to see Hannah’s nakedness; Hannah had no panties on and Sarina saw her bare mons. She closed her eyes and recalled Kate.

Sarina recalled how she had awoken in the middle of the night, after that first pass by Kate, as she lie awake. She slipped out of the bed trying not to waken Serge. She needed to pee but when she was alone her mind turned to Kate and she could feel her body moistening. She had never allowed such a thought to take hold, but Kate’s seduction became something. Finished with her toilet, she went back to bed but didn’t sleep immediately. Now she thought of Hannah not of Kate.

“Sarina has a complete flash drive with the data,” it was Hannah speaking and Sarina was caught off guard by the statement.

“Sarina? Oh, she did the large part of the drive south. She is tried, poor girl.” Hannah suggested they leave but the lead scientist mentioned some history that included James.

“Do say hello for me. I won’t be at the lab for tomorrow morning’s discussions,” and he stood to leave.

Sarina again daydreamed, recalling Kate’s seduction as the man spoke of the event five years ago. She looked at Hannah; last week she had wanted to have Hannah stop Kate but was worried that Hannah might act offended. Sarina thought of quizzing Hannah about Kate but thought better of it. Now she remembered hearing Hannah later that day when she was leaving early, “I’ll see you tomorrow,” Hannah said as the door to Sarina’s suite swung closed.

Sarina was remembering that afternoon, for less than ten minutes after Hannah had left Kate appeared. Sarina had her earbuds in and didn’t hear door to the lab open, and Kate’s touch of her shoulder surprised Sarina.

“Oh god what, oh it’s only you Kate. I didn’t hear you. Hannah left a few minutes ago.”

Her heart was racing from the surprise, and it took Sarina a moment to realize the seductress had returned.

“Sarina, I’m here for you, not Hannah,” she said while sitting on a tall stool. Kate remained across the suite just looking at Sarina as she had stood with the surprise.

“Even in your lab coat I can’t stop looking at your glorious body. Those tight jeans seem painted across that lovely derriere.”

Sarina paused hearing the thought, “Nice,” she turned to look toward Kate, “but I’m into boys Kate”.

Sarina could see her memory of Kate moving off the stool and closing the distance between her and the desk, and how she stopped and twirled about on her heel, “I love your slightly puffy lips too. Do you really have a boy in your life? At least Hannah says he’s beautiful.”

Kate moved a little closer, “Boys are okay but I like smooth vulvas and beautiful butts. I’ll bet yours would love my attention Sarina.”

“Kate, I’ve never had a female look and say such things about me!”

She was near enough that Sarina could smell her arousal, “Yeah, you’ve made me wet Sarina and I’m without a thong today. There’s a bead of my sweet juice gliding down my leg to the top of my stocking.”

Sarina grew a bit agitated, “Ah, Kate, Serge, Serge is my boyfriend. Please let’s not speak like this.”

Kate was now beside Sarina and her thigh was touching Sarina’s knee, “Oh a boy, not a man. Then you do love oral sex. Boys tend to be good at sucking off girls whereas men can fuck.”

“Serge fucks me pretty damn well, Kate, please.”

Kate had shifted to straddle Sarina’s thigh, “That bead of my sweet juice is getting nearer to my knee. I’d love to let you, I mean, I’ll allow you to taste it.”

Sarina had no frame of reference for Kate’s statement, nor her aggressive move to be so near. Sarina slightly held her hand up, “You’re talking dirty to me?”

No one had ever come on to her, to flirt like Kate was. She was truly beautiful, and Sarina had wondered about her and Hannah in bed together last night. Now this tall woman was near enough to kiss her. Sarina’s head was swimming in the aroma of Kate, her sexy silky hose’ rubbed gently against Sarina’s pant leg. Kate’s perfume was in her head too.

In a blink Kate had pivoted and was a step away, “I guess my Princess is too much into cock. I’ve got a few of those if that’s necessary.”

She stopped and turned quickly and lifted the hem of her beautiful dress, so Sarina was looking at her nakedness, “Yes my body is bare. There’s no need to waste this drop of nectar,” and Kate slipped her finger along her thigh, then up closer to her pussy.

Sarina watched as Kate put her moist fingers into her own mouth. “So good.”

The memory of Kate just dropping her hem, smiling and sending Sarina an air-kiss, and she’d turned and left. Sarina’s memory was distracting her again.

Hannah saw the faraway stare in Sarina’s eyes as she stood to leave the cocktail bar, “Let’s get showered and then grab a bit to eat.”

As Sarina showered, she remembered speaking with Hannah the afternoon following Kate’s second pass, “Is Kate on campus today?”

Sarina was replaying the events as she showered, and evaluating her alternatives, as she had to explain her new girlfriends to Serge. Or she could excuse herself from the relationship and try to move forward. She loved Serge, yet she enjoyed the sensuality of being with Hannah and Kate.

Sarina recalled that first time, when Kate disturbed Sarina’s afternoon while she was backing up her data, the drive had stalled and she had to close and re-start the operation. The afternoon sunlight in the lab courtyard was wonderful and she had hoped to leave early, when she saw Kate standing quietly waiting.

“The light on your face is beautiful Sarina. I wanted to give you something I made this afternoon.” and Sarina remembered as the shower water ran over her naked body that Kate was dressed in a black knee-length wrap and nude hose’ with black heels. Kate was assertive, stepping close, and she sat on the corner of Sarina’s desk.

“These are my soaked panties. I came in them while fingering myself and thinking of you just minutes ago. I was in the car. The lace is still warm Sarina just as my pussy is.”

Sarina remembered seeing Kate’s bare mons and the glistening juice on Kate’s partially swollen outer lips. This was the closest Sarina had ever been to another woman’s vagina.

Kate stayed still and intently looked at Sarina’s eyes. “Go on, touch me Princess,” and Sarina recalled that she was biting her lip. Sarina never had felt attracted to a woman, but she remembered Kate slowly bending and that first gentle kiss, and how she tried to resist, but Sarina knew that she wanted to kiss Kate’s bare pussy.

Kate paused and shifted her bottom, and her leg and heel were now touching Sarina’s jean covered left leg, “I sense you can’t see my kiss as something you need yet.”

Kate moved off of the desk but stayed close to Sarina, “Need and desire are what I want from you Sarina.” Kate started to step away, but Sarina hooked a finger to hold the moving hem of Kate’s dress still on the desk surface.

“Stay near a minute longer Kate,” Sarina breathed the words as a whisper and Kate twirled slowly back and her arms came about Sarina as Sarina stood.

The kiss was soft and lasted only a moment for Kate needed to lead Sarina, “Until tomorrow when you’ll need more of this,” and Kate turned and left the arms of Sarina as she stepped toward the door.

“Kate, I, please don’t leave yet.” but Kate was at the door when she did pause.

“No, It’s for you to understand what I demand.”

Kate sounded like a lioness to Sarina, and she thought of the smooth bare body concealed by the black taut dress. Having shot those words at Sarina Kate stood watching the girl absorb the intention.

Kate stood still a moment longer then took a half step toward Sarina who was not ten feet away, “Mistress?” Sarina said softly, and Kate immediately turned and left only to hear Sarina quietly repeat the word.

As the warm shower streamed over her body, Sarina thought of how her heart had been racing as Kate had turned and left two weeks ago. How she had stepped back to her chair, and what she had done when she’d seen the white lace material on her desk where Kate had left them, her damp panties. Sarina closed her eyes as she dreamed again of the next moment; she had stared at the soft white reminder of Kate but couldn’t resist reaching to touch the lace. She had quickly picked up the small damp garment and nuzzled it at her nose. Kate’s scent had filled her, and she had pushed her fingers into her jeans. The tight pants wouldn’t allow her fingers to reach her pussy so she’d opened the buttons and pushed the skintight garment down. A few moments later her orgasm filled her with more longing, “Kate,” but she paused recalling what Kate had said, ‘Tomorrow’.

Under the warm water spray Sarina teased her pussy but paused, as tonight she wanted to be with Hannah.

After meeting Hannah in the lobby they sat in a wine bar at the Hotel.

“Do I call you mistress in such a public space?” Sarina asked quietly.

Hannah had showered as well and changed. She noticed Sarina’s legs, “Well no Sarina. I see you’ve dressed for me so when you want to get me moist you can use that endearment, but it’s not an important detail, with me, and even Kate.”

Sarina followed Hannah’s eyes an saw that her dress hem was exposing the clasp of her garter and she reached to pull her black skirt lower to conceal her hose’ welt.

“I’m slowly coming to see the hose’ as a convenience Hannah,” and Sarina shifted forward so that her blouse opened and the tops of her breasts eased slightly from the sexy ivory lace quarter-cup brassiere.

Seeing the décolleté Hannah said, “You are changed Sarina, and Kate would love to see you wearing such a brief garment holding your lovely breasts.”

Sarina smiled, “but it’s for you Hannah.”

“This morning we spoke of your commitments, to Kate and to Serge. Can you see any way of resolving your desires and the relationship to the boy?”

Sarina looked down, “Hannah as you suggested on the ride in, I need to settle his and my life, but not tonight. Your thoughts are welcome but I need to explain some things to Serge. I’d never considered how much I would come to enjoy, no I meant to say need, the sensual sex you and Kate bring to me.”

They had a simple dinner and walked back to the elevator, “Should I walk just ahead of you Hannah? So you can enjoy my bottom?”

Hannah reached for Sarina and slightly held her, “This is perfect, not quite an arms length apart. Then I can enjoy your scent and your ass cheeks.”

In the elevator Hannah kissed Sarina and her hand went beneath Sarina’s dress, “I like that you are bare here now.” Sarina had shaved and elected to forego the lacy thong that matched her brassiere.

“Kate will sometimes refer to you as Princess, but I will not. You’ve got a nice room and I can see you need direction tonight Sarina. Freshen up and I’ll be there in a moment.”

A few minutes later Hannah sat near the window of Sarina’s single. The large king bed near, “I want you to undress for me. We’ll practice first then you will re-dress and try a second time. You need to treat this as part of your submission Sarina.”

Sarina considered the directive. She had never stripped but clearly Hannah wanted this so she released the buttons of the white blouse, but she paused before removing it. Her hand went to the side zip of the black pencil skirt and Sarina slid it down only a couple of inches. Her hair was partial up, held tight by a single compression clip, and Sarina turned so her back was toward Hannah and she removed the clip and her long blonde hair fell down about her face and her back. As she turned she slid the blouse off of her soft shoulders and held it a moment as she danced in her heels, before dropping the flimsy brasserie to the bed. Sarina reached back turning to show Hannah the removal of the brass clasp.

“You’re teasing me quite well, and you dance and move beautifully Sarina. My pussy is moist,” and Sarina looked over her shoulder and she saw that Hannah’s fingers rubbing her vulva.

As Sarina rotated to the right her skirt slipped down and Hannah saw the edge of Sarina’s garter belt about her slim waist, but she missed the subtle bump tautly covered by the black material. Sarina turned away to push the skirt lower to her thighs and when she turned back to Hannah, her mistress gasped, “You found it dear girl!”

Sarina had been unpacking earlier and found secreted within the front pouch of her small travel bag the insertable dildo that Hannah had put there. The note was clear ‘wear this tonight’.

Hannah stood and walked to Sarina’s side, “I think your show was extraordinary Sarina.”

She kissed her lover while pushing Sarina’s skirt lower. When it reached her ankles, Sarina wiggled her heels passed the tight garment and free. Hannah continued to kiss her while teasing her modest breasts.

“Your breasts need my kisses Sarina? Humm?”

Sarina moaned as Hannah’s tongue played at her left breast while her other fingers caressed the right nipple. The prolonged attention to her breasts was new to Sarina. Serge knew to kiss and adored her medium sized orbs, but he never did so long enough. Hannah licked and nibbled, rolled and kissed each as if they would bring Sarina to peak, and Sarina relished the loving tongue and responded by submitting to Hannah’s mouth, and she felt Hannah’s fingers tracing the length of the dildo, and shifting the probe protruding from Sarina’s vagina.

“Unbutton my blouse Sarina and set my tits free, a front clasp girl,” Sarina did so and Hannah lay back, “Now rub your big toy along my moist pussy lips.”

Sarina understood. Hannah wanted her to fuck her with the hard phallus and she saw that Hannah wore no panties. Her first action was to rub the head of the seven-inch cocktoy up along Hannah’s vulva and she then moved lower, bending to kiss Hannah’s large breasts, while the cock head slightly entered Hannah’s wet vagina.

“Oh Sarina, ah, slower please. Is this your first fuck?”

The toy wasn’t large but Sarina’s movement had surprised Hannah. She realized that Hannah’s pussy was tighter than Kate’s.

“That’s better Sarina, only use the first few inches honey, and hold it with your fingers. Oh yes, that’s my girl.”

“No,” Sarina said. “I fucked Kate last week. She seemed to want me to be aggressive. Did I hurt you Hannah?”

Hannah had adjusted and her juice now covered the toy, “Never mind girl. I need you to focus on fucking me, on my pussy. You just need more experience, and that dildo requires care to kept it within your pussy. Yes, now you can go deeper Sarina, oh, oh.”

Hannah’s legs were spread, and she held her hose’ covered thighs wide apart so that Sarina could fill her deeply. Sarina continued to slowly move into and pull out of Hannah vagina, and the long stiff phallus moved into her and then Sarina would nearly withdraw, as the bulbous head remained inside Sarina’s twat.

A minute later Hannah said, “Stop, I want you to fuck my pussy from behind.”

Hannah rolled and pulled two pillows to support her hips just as Sarina re-entered her, “Yes, this is much better. I like this position,” but it was not easy for Sarina to keep the phallus within Hannah.

After a few strokes she asked, “Hannah are you sure? I’m doing this correct?” but Hannah had closed her eyes as Sarina moved in and out. Sarina could not see, but she felt that Hannah’s right fingers were playing across her clitoris beneath her, and Hannah’s breathing was almost a full pant. Hannah needed to climax.

“I’m so close Sarina, don’t you dare slow down. Fuck me, yes, okay yes, you little slut, fuck your mistress. Fuc, fuck me, ahhh.”

Sarina also felt the effect of the toy within her body, as she held the shaft within her now very wet pussy, and with each thrust into Hannah’s pussy Sarina was closer to orgasm as well. The heat between them was exciting and Sarina needed to come with Hannah.

“Don’t, please Sarina don’t, fuck. Don’t stop I’m, AAHHH!”

“I’m going to explode Hannah,” Sarina had lost track of her movement for the phallus seemed to have slipped out as she collapse atop Hannah. Her breathing was rough and loud but they were together.

A few moments later they were asleep.

Sarina awoke to Hannah holding her.

“That was something special Sarina.” The bent fleshy cocktoy lay near her hip.

Five

In the morning Hannah left Sarina and returned to her hotel room to prepare for their appointments.

Sarina had an hour and she thought of what Serge meant to her, and she wrote some notes describing her intentions. Her instinct was leading her to keep him in her life, living a normal gender-divided life with her, and many times the two had discussed having a small family and she was certain he would be a good father. She wanted a child and having a caring man would be good for her family plan. She felt unsettled regarding the raising a child within a same-sex couple. Sarina didn’t see herself as a lesbian, but her interest were evolving, and her path and her needs had to be resolved.

To Sarina her sexuality was now moot, but she wondered if she could enjoy the women and love Serge. Before she’d invited him to move in, she had felt Serge had a subtle submissive side. It was part of what had attracted her to him, as he wasn’t a brawny guy, yet he was athletic and easy going. His mind and inventiveness were important to Sarina. Getting him to accept her sexual interest in Hannah and Kate began that morning. There was also something else to consider; a vague offer from a research institute on the other side of the city.

To her surprise Serge picked up the hardline on the first ring, “It’s early Serge but I figured you’d be in bed. I need to be honest and tell you something.”

She talked about her sexual adventures of the past weeks for a few minutes, “It wasn’t planned Serge. I was seduced by her, by Kate, but I was also willing. I’m not apologizing though.”

He was quiet and sat a bit dumbfounded in the bed listening as his lover told him that she required a shift in their relationship.

“I love you Serge, and I will love and care for you, but only on my terms,” and she paused for a moment.

“Can you consider staying in this relationship?”

Serge immediately wanted to say that they should be together to discuss this, but he sighed and thought whether to share what he had witnessed at the lab. Now his mouth seemed to start before his brain had completed the thought, “I was there. I saw you; I saw the two of them,” and then it was too late; Serge told Sarina of his lab visit.

Sarina had been awake and heard his words clearly, though she could sense Serge was speaking without thinking due to the early hour. She cut him off.

“You were where Serge? What did you see at the lab?”

He hemmed, “I couldn’t reach you Sarina, and I was concerned. I went to the lab, and I used your old passkey and saw Hannah. I mean, I was worried,” now Sarina screamed into the phone.

“You did what Serge?”, but he had hung up the line when he realized what he had said. How could Sarina, his lover treat him so callously? Immediately he started to redial, but he wondered if she would call back. Why did he even have that damn passkey?

Sarina now knew or at least understood the context of Hannah’s other call yesterday morning as she had driven the last part of the trip. She had heard none of what Kate had said on the phone, but Hannah had said something about a stolen passkey. She had said the word ‘intruder’. Sarina now recalled that Hannah had looked her way when she voiced the word.

As the idea settled in her mind Sarina came to realize that Serge may have been there and seen the two women dominating and fucking her. She paced about in the room in Philly while Serge sat biting his nails in New York.

She knew what she wanted and decided to require Serge to acquiesce. She called the apartment:

“I feel this is a bit operatic Serge, but you are from this point forward never to question nor hinder my adventures. You must decide whether you stay or leave, and I want you to see me as I am. I want you to accept my interesting relationship with Hannah and also Kate.”

“But you called her ‘mistress’. You let her fuc ”

Sarina interrupted, “You will never say that. You have only one means of remaining in my life and if you complete that statement, I want you to get the hell out now! Is that completely clear Serge?”

He heard her and somewhere the answer was released from his lips, “Yes mistress Sarina,” and though he heard his voice say the three words, he then covered the receiver. What had Serge just done?

Sarina heard Serge’s words and smiled. This wasn’t exactly what she wanted, yet she was unprepared for the next move. She had not foreseen the end of the conversation because she hadn’t known of the lab incident, and Serge’s spying.

“Humm, Serge. I think you need to, ” she paused and considered setting the right next step. “You shall not touch yourself Serge. In fact, you may never masturbate without my approval.”

Sarina heard him choke a bit, but he realized that she wasn’t finished. He should simply listen and try not to speak.

“I’ll be back sometime after seven this evening, and I demand that you prepare for my arrival and take the initiative regarding our meal. I also expect you to write a thousand words on how sorry you are for having violated my privacy.”

Serge considered asking her to clarify but he resisted speaking and listened.

“And Serge, I will love you.”

He heard the click, and the line was dead.

Alone he was thinking of Sarina when he walked eastward just after the call. Having her hang-up on him seemed to keep the door open, and he considered what had initially led him to seek Sarina out last week and use the passkey that first time. It was out of concern, as he had been worried, but now he understood that he had crossed a line, but was it his concern for her safety or was he just curious?

It was a pleasant but a little chilly this morning, and Serge thought the walk would help him get his head square, but having walked a few miles he returned and started writing.

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Hannah looked at her newest lover as Sarina drove the Mazda northward after three in the afternoon. Sarina glanced toward her, as she looked lovely in her black suit. Their lovemaking had been exhausting but Sarina now had adrenaline keeping her focused.

As she drove Sarina was thinking and she missed the question from Hannah, “What? Serge?” Hannah had asked her something and the thoughts of her evolving plan for Serge had caused her to miss the question.

“I’m sorry Hannah.”

Hannah said, “Why don’t I drive the last leg. Pull into the rest-stop and let’s change. You’re wandering a bit. The next thing will be a police stop.”

When Hannah came back to the car Sarina wasn’t there. She waited for some time before reentering the facility and searching, and she saw Sarina sitting quietly in a booth of the fast-food café.

Hannah slipped in across from Sarina and reached to her hand, “We’ll figure this Serge issue out Sarina. There is no rush, but Kate wants you back in the City soon. Come on.”

Sarina just looked at Hannah, as Sarina had found her direction, “I need you to tell Kate to keep him out of her plans. His breaking in is my fault and I will address my man not you two.”

Sarina stood and walked to the door and out to the car.

Hannah sent a text to Kate regarding Serge:

‘Sarina knows that Serge used her passkey’

Hannah drove the remaining hour north as Sarina talked of her plan for Serge.

“You’re different than me Hannah. I have a deep love for Serge, and my flexibility may not be attractive to you nor Kate, but this is me. I will find a way to keep Serge and allow him to fail on occasion. He’s a guy, not a monster, and I assure you that he wasn’t trying to snoop. He was worried because I’d missed a date last week when you sent me to Queens late in the afternoon. He couldn’t get a call through to me and he went to lab looking for me. He will need me more than you will during the next few days. Can you help Kate understand?”

Hannah turned for a moment to look at Sarina, “Oh certainly Sarina. We’ll need to adjust a bit that’s all.”

Sarina said, “I’m aware of my needs regarding you and Kate but I will need time with Serge. I don’t want either relationship to end Hannah,” but Sarina was considering the options.

Hannah remembered how intense their lovemaking had been last night, “I will be supportive as you resolve the Serge dilemma.”

Hannah drove as she listened, rather than try and steer Sarina as she continued, “I’m a few years younger than you and my girlfriends that are gay have told me that they stand apart from the older lesbians due to their accommodation of men. They try and not see the genders at war. The guy couples my age also feel less restrained within the gay community. Though this sexuality is new to me I thought hard before I allowed Kate to seduce me. I haven’t been shifted to far from my center. Now because of the passkey and Serge’s error I have to grow more quickly. I need to get him to understand my sexuality and how he fits with me.”

Hannah thought a moment then offered, “There is room for you, and you’re right that the lesbian community is shifting to be more inclusive. Back when Aids wasn’t understood a lot of lesbians became frightened of bisexual females. This has changed Sarina. The nineties brought more gender fluidity as well as respect. I’m not trying to define you or your sexuality, just stating the past reserve.”

Sarina took Hannah’s hand as she extended it and kissed it. Then she allowed the fingers to rub across her lips and Sarina kissed Hannah’s fingers.

“Remember my lover, we know that you’ll respond to her and my demands. Serge can stay but I think you’re going to need him to yield to your direction. He will have to choose to devote his entire being to the satisfaction and fulfillment of your desires,” but Sarina was thinking about an alternative.

Yet Hannah continued, “A woman like you must do only what pleases her. It’s a discipline that needs to be in place at your discretion. Serge needs to trust you. I think he deeply cares for you, but he must be taught to pleasure and fulfill your needs first.”

Sarina released Hannah’s hand to say, “I see this more clearly now, and I’m capable of being with you and Kate because I desire to please you, but I’m also developing a plan to extend my life and love of Serge. He has acceded to my first demands, and I now know that I’ve been subtly guiding him for months.”

Sarina smiled while still holding Hannah’s right hand. She was aroused by the discussion, “I can see making this my life. I’m quite excited by what lay ahead.”

Sarina moved her dress hem upward and took Hannah’s finger and pushed them into her panties.

Hannah somehow stayed in the lane, “Oh my Sarina, my sweet pussy. You’re going to be fine!”

Six

The dead air of the cell call was his last discussion with the woman Serge was in love with. Her needs were not quite aligned with his dreams, but he had contemplated living without her and decided that he should ask her to help them remain together. The error of his visit to the lab reminded Serge that he was just one of the people she could love, and he knew that he would allow Sarina to make the rules and determine how his intrusion would affect his relationship with her.

He went for another walk to clear his head and considered the changes that Sarina might wanted or require. He now understood the nature of his somewhat submissive personality, but he still hadn’t completely formed an awareness, though it was the anal sex part that was more provocative. The possibilities that Sarina and he could evolve and that their sexual behavior might cause a complete shift of his mind was real.

Then a text alert sounded:

‘Seduction begins with the words you whisper in his ear, the pictures you paint in his mind’

Serge now felt that she wasn’t pushing him away and therefore he would help her prioritize the life she defined. She still loved him, and somehow, he felt committed to being with her. It was the longing for intimacy and something else, yet it was curious; where would she take them?

When she arrived home from Philly he was in the bedroom and she stopped at the bedroom door, seeing him, as he sat on the bed with a dim light illuminating the room. He remained quiet and watched her turned toward the kitchen and knew that she would see the note of apology was printed and waiting. So was the simple dinner that he’d prepared as well as a glass of wine. The late evening light beautifully lit the other rooms of the apartment as the fading sun’s glow streaked across the floor.

Serge’s world was on the line and her interludes would not be his concern from this day forward. That was difficult to accept, but he still had trouble understanding how compliant he had become. In truth he had always been so, and she now understood how she could move forward with him, as she plan to share her body with him.

Only by making himself, what could only be described as a deferential man, might they remain a couple and he still hoped to become her husband. He had written several versions of the letter, yet only one had made him aware of his true feelings toward Sarina. He loved her and would allow her world to take over his own. Her needs would cover and define him, from now forward if she could see the love. His support of her adventurous sexuality was difficult for, Serge hadn’t needed to stray.

He had dozed off, for he awoke with a start to see her standing in the doorway.

She held her black dress aside, with the hem in her left hand and he saw her exposed and smooth mons pubis; she had shaved. The taut straps of her suspender were across her nearly white thighs, and he saw she wore a pair of new tall black heels. She seemed to be smoldering. Her figure was backlit from the lights in the living room beyond, and her long hair was down. She looked so beautiful. It was now late evening and Sarina was partially concealed by the shadows, but Serge could see her right hand and her finger said, ‘come here’.

Without thinking he slipped to the floor onto his knees, and as he shimmied across the floor, he heard her giggle softly. Now he was at her feet and looking up to Sarina, he saw her smiled down and she spread her legs wider, so that her heels touched the door frame, as his face was near her exposed hairless vulva. As he had stated in the note that if she would allow him to remain, he would find a way to keep himself in check and love her even more. Serge had decided that she was the world, and he would allow her to decide how to love him, whether to love him, when to love him.

With that briefest gesture she had summoned him to lick her pussy, and he could smell her arousal and her subtle breathing. She was excited, and as his eyes adjusted to the darkened room he could see she was moist, and wet.

“Lick me back there Serge,” and he felt that she was stirred by the control he had suggested, and the changes had begun at the start, at the Farmers Market all those months ago. He now could see himself only with a lens that was her love.

He didn’t speak nor did he try to touch her, as Sarina dropped slightly as he lifted upward on his knees so that his tongue reached her labia, but she shifted and his tongue was at her anus, and she moaned as he gently kissed this part of her body. Sarina was moving and now Serge licked her moist sex, as he closed his eyes with his tongue between the folds of her vagina.

A moment later she moved her body away, to allow only a touch of the tip of his tongue, “Yes, tongue my smooth body, licking and kissing!”

She held them both still, as Sarina leaned forward, and he saw her breasts swing free of the dress.

“I know enough of what I must do,” but her voice quivered.

“I will begin tonight and each day I will bring more intensity to my role. You will slowly begin to understand how I need you to be with me.”

Serge opened his eyes and nodded slightly, as his tongue paused just at the upper edge of her partially hooded clitoris, and again he closed his eyes as Sarina began to move so that his soft tongue loved her. The nectar flowing due to her excitement was drawing him to her, but she was controlling the pace, as he was an instrument of this sexual event, but it was her motion and action. He had relinquished his role as the sexual lead.

“You will be my lover, my housemate and you will help me fulfill my needs as a mother, for having a child.”

She now pushed her pussy back and forth across his tongue, “Use your whole mouth Serge. Love my pussy. Lick my ass!”

As her body responded to his lips and mouth, she only moaned softly. Then as Sarina neared her orgasm, she put her hands on both sides of Serge’s head and pulled him close to her pussy, as his hands came up and held her bottom.

“Yes Serge, I’m using you to fuc, no to fulfill my simple need for release,” and she moaned as she moved his head a little lower.

“Lick me where I want, yes there, oh yes! Lick my ass rim!”

He could reach just the front edge of her anus, and the taste was musky. Her stance restricted his rimming her opening, and Sarina’s legs buckled a bit as her orgasm began.

“Good man, lick me, aggh, fuck! Serge, oh, oh, ahh,” she was trembling and he heard her deep sigh.

“Good god, your tongue, on my ass!” And she groaned and stopped speaking for a moment.

“Lick me Serge, lick my body, lick me!”

Sarina seemed to be resting against his shoulders as the climax caused her silence, and he kept his tongue on the edge of her ass as she came. He felt her fingers moving at her mons and wondered when he might see her face as she climaxed. His face was covered with her juice but still his shoulders were holding Sarina, and her left hand was on the doorjamb to steady herself.

A few moments later she lifted off of Serge’s shoulders and stood, and their bodies parted.

“That was a very good start. I need some sleep. We’ll talk of our new world in the morning,” and she stepped to the bed and pulled back the covers.

“Help me with my dress please,” Sarina asked, and Serge stood and released the zipper and pulled the garment free, and he bent to remove her heels next but then she stopped him.

“Leave me to sleep now Serge.”

He stood looking at Sarina’s bottom as she lay with her stocking still on as well as the black lace suspender. She must have removed the bra, and he looked at her naked bottom, and noticed that her anus was gaping slightly from their sex-play, and Serge considered that she may soon take his cock into her bottom. Sarina was committing them to something larger than Serge could comprehend, as anal was new to him, but he was devoted to her, and he would learn.

In the morning he awoke early and found her still in bed with her bottom uncovered. He considered kissing her exposed bottom but late last night as Sarina slept he had done more research. He would try and follow her regarding any sexual release and adjust his needs. As he closed the door quietly Serge smiled and went to prepare the coffee and a simple breakfast. As he sat at the counter and saw the letter, he noted that on the last page Sarina had kissed the page with fresh red lipstick. She had accepted his apology.

Serge re-read the last line of the letter, though he’d written it, and had reviewed it many times already, “To you I pledge my heart and my life. Please forgive me Sarina,” and then the red lip-shaped mark.

He knew that she really still loved him. Serge turned hearing the shower running; Sarina was awake, and he saw that the door to the bedroom was ajar. She had opened it several inches. Serge pushed it wide to see her clothes on the floor, the dress he had hung up last night was on the closet door, and her stocking and lingerie were there, atop her shiny black heels, and he heard her called from the bath.

“Serge, please take those and treat them carefully. They must be hand washed, the hose’ and the lingerie.”

Though she had directed him, Serge looked to the partially open bath door, but decided to do her cleaning.

He was hanging the damp stockings on the line in the laundry when she came in, “We don’t need to review what we both now know and want,” and he looked at Sarina as she stood dressed, and her face made-up. She looked beautiful. The print dress was highlighted by her cleavage being exposed and on her feet were a pair of wedge heels. She was therefore taller than him, as he was barefoot.

“It’s for our enjoyment that you must remain here with me Serge. We will forge a life together. Did you like making me climax last night?”

He remained still and just nodded; words couldn’t help and Sarina smiled.

“Of course, you need more practice, but only when I allow,” and she saw that a pair of her panties was on the top of the clean clothes just to the side.

“Did you clean those earlier today or yesterday?” and he turned to see what she was looking at. It was the white and yellow-striped pair of boy-shorts she sometimes wore with her period were there. These were cotton and so were washed with his other clothes, and he said, “Yesterday Sarina.”

“I need to know that you understand. Take those now Serge,” and he reached to pick up the yellow and white striped panty.

Turning back to her she said quietly, “Keep those in your pants pocket today Serge. I want you to remember me all day.”

Looking into her eyes he understood. It was her request that was exciting him but she was looking at his pants as he was semi-hard, “Sure Sarina, I love you.”

Turning back, she walked toward the living room, “Come sit with me. I want you to hear of my desires and goals for our relationship. I need you to be aware that you can be here because I love you.”

She sat on the sofa and the hem of the dress parted and he saw her naked legs. She wasn’t wearing any hose’, and Serge chose to sit across from her.

She began to speak, “The letter was a very good, but I want you to feel comfortable. I do not intend to explain myself any longer, but our relationship both here at home and out in the world should be as similar to the past as possible. I wanted you a week ago and I will want you in a month, so long as you focus on being my lover. Just one of my lovers, but you’re the person I will return to every day.”

She smiled, “I need you to find our situation comfortable and I need you to relax Serge.”

She rose, “I must go to the lab. Oh, please give me the passkey. We will not repeat that incident.”

Standing, he retrieved his wallet, and pulled the plastic card out as Sarina stepped to his side. She was at least three inches taller in her heels, but she took his chin and turned to kiss him.

“I’ll see you for lunch Serge,” and she walked to the door.

At the door she stopped and looked to his crotch, “Remember me lover, and you are not to touch yourself, without my permission.”

He walked to the door to watch her leave. It was almost impossible to think how different they were today. He had many questions, but Sarina would dole out the answers at her pace, and he would to be there with her. He would await her need.

Serge could see that this might be alright, and he might get through a few days of this, but he wasn’t certain about a month, though she had stated that.

After his morning telephone calls he packed the basket with the lunch and headed toward the campus, and he couldn’t imagine what might occur. What if he ran into Kate or Hannah? How could he look into either woman’s eyes? Then he remembered that a week ago, he’d not been able to do that. The last time he saw them he was embarrassed when his penis stiffened thinking of the two lesbian lovers!

Serge arrived a little late and Sarina was sitting on the bench waiting, “You’ve just missed Hannah. She said to say hello,” she smiled and stood, and he saw that her legs seemed different. She was wearing nude-toned hose’.

“Let’s move to the other bench. The sun is too warm here.”

They sat and had the lunch while she spoke of a lab experiment that had been problematic all morning. She was acting as if the intrusion was truly in the past. At one point she moved closer and took his head into her hands, and he tried to remain calm as she kissed him.

“I’m your lover everywhere Serge. Even around others and especially around Hannah and Kate.” The kiss continued as her hand slipped into the pocket of his pants. He was nervous sitting on the bench as she spoke.

“These panties are important but only for today. I’ll find other ways for you to maintain your focus to me. Serge, not here, but maybe this weekend, we’ll see. You’ll just be my supportive partner and a good lover.”

She kissed him lightly, and though he wanted to ask her about anal loving, she now stood. As Sarina walked away, he wondered about her idea of the weekend. He also wondered about the hose’. Why on this warm day had she changed?

After walking with her to the lab he started to walk home to address his own technical problems. He considered her statement regarding the weekend. Could he continue to act as a slightly submissive lover when they were with others? What would they think? Someone would immediately see that their relationship was atypical.

Of course, she requires him to be the responsible partner, and he had elected this rather than leaving Sarina. Her posture toward the other two women, her lesbian lovers, her anal lovers, was within the realm because he’d wanted to stay with her. He had alternatives but he had decided; Sarina was his lover. She was the woman he wanted to be with and pleasure, and he hoped he could make this work for the first week. He wanted to love her more today than even just a week ago. Though she may receive his loving without reciprocating.

Sarina arrived back to the lab and saw that Kate was waiting. Kate was dressed elegantly in a white suit. Her long sexy legs were on display due to the above the knee hem of the skirt. Sarina knew from her telephone text message that Kate wanted to be certain that Sarina understood her role. Now Kate stepped closer after shutting and locking the door to Sarina’s suite.

“No random intruders, is this understood?”

Kate walked about slowly as Sarina settled her bag on her back desk. This was the first time they were together since the trip to Philly. Hannah had probably shared all of the details of the hotel stay and the drive northward. Sarina looked at Kate while trying not to be distracted. The past few days had been quite a strain. She knew Kate had negative feelings about Serge’s previous visit to the lab.